Aeryn meeting with Scopius
Character timeline: post-Season Four
continued from Aeryn's journal
It has been more than a weeken since she first awakened. Aeryn takes advantage of the freedom she’s been given. She trains for arns in gyms, explores the planetary recreations, takes her meals in the Officers’ Lounge.
Her guards are never far away. “I saw Katratzi…break,” one tells her. He is puzzled by Aeryn, impressed. His partner treats her with the same blank neutrality as if she were any alien visitor.
Aeryn remains polite, distant. This carrier is not her home. Scorpius did not need to tell her that. She has been granted unusual privileges; not for herself, she knows. If proper protocols were followed, Aeryn would have been executed the moment she came on board, an example for all to see. It is for John’s sake that she is free.
Scorpius’ intentions have never been secret; only his approach has altered since he came into closer and closer contact with John. Still, the difference is striking, far more palatable, if less trustworthy. Aeryn does not doubt that if John refuses to come to Scorpius, her status will quickly change from guest to prisoner.
She does not want to be here. She does not want John to be here. She refuses to consider that her child might be born aboard the carrier.
Yet she can no longer reject Scorpius’ arguments out of hand. He spoke of the Scarrans going to war as if it were inevitable. The terminal in her quarters has a different selection of documents each day for her review. If the data is true, if he is not manipulating her. According to the reports from border patrols and nameless spies, Scarran forces are continuing to grow. There have been disturbances in the governmental body, the Hierarchy. Uprisings among Kalish on outlying worlds have increased by a fraction of a percent, barely noticeable. Retaliatory measures have been lethal.
Internal pressures are building, as Scorpius said.
It all adds up to war. War for territory, war for dominion. And weapons that could destroy a solar system would be the ultimate weapon. No one would dare rebel when a small ship could strike at the heart of a star and end a civilization forever.
Aeryn recalls her time among the PK squad; missions with goals more complex than killing a thug here or quashing a rebellion there. They had aimed higher than that. Leaders of warring clans, heads of corrupt governments. The Prime Hokathian had been one such.
Once, Aeryn had not concerned herself with politics on any level; her philosophy had been simple. Obey orders, stay alive, serve with honor. Even after Crais ejected her from the Peacekeepers, she had found a new way to follow those dictates. Moya had become her home, her shipmates had become her unit. Her definitions had changed and changed again.
John Crichton was many things: alien, comrade, friend, lover. Father of her child. He was also a target.
Wormholes. Wormhole weapons. His knowledge made him valuable, a prize to any race who could pry it from him. And John was vulnerable. Her presence here was proof of that. Anyone would break under sufficient pressure, and luck had played a large role in keeping him alive and free this long. It wouldn’t last forever.
Only a few knew of the further possibilities John presented. Other realities. Time manipulation.
Scarrans could not be allowed to possess that power. Her John…the other John had died to prevent it. She will not allow that to happen again.
continued from Aeryn's journal
It has been more than a weeken since she first awakened. Aeryn takes advantage of the freedom she’s been given. She trains for arns in gyms, explores the planetary recreations, takes her meals in the Officers’ Lounge.
Her guards are never far away. “I saw Katratzi…break,” one tells her. He is puzzled by Aeryn, impressed. His partner treats her with the same blank neutrality as if she were any alien visitor.
Aeryn remains polite, distant. This carrier is not her home. Scorpius did not need to tell her that. She has been granted unusual privileges; not for herself, she knows. If proper protocols were followed, Aeryn would have been executed the moment she came on board, an example for all to see. It is for John’s sake that she is free.
Scorpius’ intentions have never been secret; only his approach has altered since he came into closer and closer contact with John. Still, the difference is striking, far more palatable, if less trustworthy. Aeryn does not doubt that if John refuses to come to Scorpius, her status will quickly change from guest to prisoner.
She does not want to be here. She does not want John to be here. She refuses to consider that her child might be born aboard the carrier.
Yet she can no longer reject Scorpius’ arguments out of hand. He spoke of the Scarrans going to war as if it were inevitable. The terminal in her quarters has a different selection of documents each day for her review. If the data is true, if he is not manipulating her. According to the reports from border patrols and nameless spies, Scarran forces are continuing to grow. There have been disturbances in the governmental body, the Hierarchy. Uprisings among Kalish on outlying worlds have increased by a fraction of a percent, barely noticeable. Retaliatory measures have been lethal.
Internal pressures are building, as Scorpius said.
It all adds up to war. War for territory, war for dominion. And weapons that could destroy a solar system would be the ultimate weapon. No one would dare rebel when a small ship could strike at the heart of a star and end a civilization forever.
Aeryn recalls her time among the PK squad; missions with goals more complex than killing a thug here or quashing a rebellion there. They had aimed higher than that. Leaders of warring clans, heads of corrupt governments. The Prime Hokathian had been one such.
Once, Aeryn had not concerned herself with politics on any level; her philosophy had been simple. Obey orders, stay alive, serve with honor. Even after Crais ejected her from the Peacekeepers, she had found a new way to follow those dictates. Moya had become her home, her shipmates had become her unit. Her definitions had changed and changed again.
John Crichton was many things: alien, comrade, friend, lover. Father of her child. He was also a target.
Wormholes. Wormhole weapons. His knowledge made him valuable, a prize to any race who could pry it from him. And John was vulnerable. Her presence here was proof of that. Anyone would break under sufficient pressure, and luck had played a large role in keeping him alive and free this long. It wouldn’t last forever.
Only a few knew of the further possibilities John presented. Other realities. Time manipulation.
Scarrans could not be allowed to possess that power. Her John…the other John had died to prevent it. She will not allow that to happen again.